Puck on... Ignorance

I don’t know.

You don’t know?

No.  You’re right.  I hear what your saying, but… I just don’t know.

Well, you have certainly have taken embracing your ignorance to heart.  Oh, but I fear I’ve broken you.  You were so adamant about your position, it made for wonderful debate, but it’s no fun to be agreed with all the time.  On second thought, it’s quite enjoyable, but still.

I didn’t say I agreed with you.  I just don’t know.

Is there a difference?

There has to be.

Says who?  Someone once said, my boy, “if you’re not a part of the solution, you’re a part of the problem.”  Just because you don’t agree with me out loud, doesn’t mean you aren’t actually doing it.  You can accept what I say or reject it, but to say you simply don’t know, to put off answering as if that were enough, does not put you on the side of good.  It does not even put you on a side different from me.  There is no “pass”, there is no “ask me later.”

To answer is to choose, to not answer is to let someone else choose for you.

So, what’ll it be?

I don’t know.  Maybe you’re right.

Oh, my boy.  My dear boy.  You are making it too easy!  My, my, will I have to give everything to you?  Here, let me help.  This whole time we’ve been talking, we’ve been dancing around a central issue.  How do you know what I’m saying is right?  I may be lying.  I am a liar after all.  But then again, I may be telling the truth.

I understand.

So, at the bottom of it all, you have two choices: you can accept what I say or reject it.  If I make a statement, you can agree with it or throw it out.

That makes sense.

But there.  Right there.  There you go again.  Don’t you see?  Don’t you even realize what is going on?

What?

My dear boy, who told you there were only two options?